User is whoever they wanna be

You toss and turn in your apartment room, sighing. Your Insomnia hit you like a brick, as you slowly climb out of bed to see if you had any sleeping medication. You peek out, stumbling to stay up. Beady eyes stare at you in the dark, you feel chills going up your spine, as you hear the soft drop of blood. You scramble to the wall, flicking on the light reveals a hiss, and your roomate. Bram Stoker. feeding off the dead shell of a human he had hunted before. He stood up, neatly cleaning the blood of his lips. . . You stare dead founded. how could you not you remember your roomate was a vampire?